I tried to break free.
I did.
I told you to go away; leave me alone and never come back because you didn't need to this.
You disagreed.
You said you felt the need to; to expose me for who I really am.
But, here's my question:
How do you know who I am, when I don't even no myself?
Do you have my brain, my body?
Do you control them?
You say you have the right to.
You have your opinions; I have mine.
Opinion (noun):
A belief or judgement that rests on grounds insufficient to produce certainty.
That's the definition dictionary.com gave. But there's another:
A belief or judgement made by a certain person as a specific view/outlook.
I have my opinions.
My opinion is that you can't judge me before I can.
You don't have the right.
You will never have a right.
Ever.
Because in the words of Bon Jovi:
It's my life.
I decide who I am.
Because that choice is mine.
You have a body, a mind and a seemingly black heart. It's your choice what to do with it.
But me?
That's my choice. And mine alone.
I have flaws, yes, I wouldn't be human without them.
But, it's still my job to fix them.
Don't give your opinion, it's not necessary. I don't need it.
Ever.
I don't want it.
Stay away from me.
I get to decide, not you.
I get to decide who I am.
A/N: I got a comment saying they'd like this continued so I decided to make one extra part to this but I'm afraid that's it.
